Author has written 20 stories for General, Biography, Fantasy, Romance, Spiritual, Young Adult, and Supernatural.

May 20, 2014

I wanted to let any of my readers know that I am never happy or satisfied with my writing. It is giving me a severe writer's block to constantly nitpick at my own work, so I am going to try to ignore those thoughts and let the words flow. Please feel free to point out any errors or loopholes you might see. :)

Please don't be upset with me if I am slow to update, post new things, or reply to messages. I tend to get busy at times and don't check FictionPress as often as I'd like!

And for those of you who frequent FanFiction.net, I have an account over there as well: http://www.fanfiction.net/yumenori

Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy my writing. :)

'Timeless' Update September 5, 2012: I am not happy with how the story is written, so I'm leaving it alone until I'm ready to pick it up again later. Sorry! ):

NaNoWriMo: It's coming fast! I'm preparing to sit down and write the fantasy story that I have been working on for the past year or so. I might post bits and pieces of this story on FictionPress in the form of one-shots, as I did with my one-shot "Mask". Thanks!

Please note I love helping other writers. I am not a perfect writer or even a published one, but it is my passion in life, and I will offer advice or help you if you PM me for it. :)

I'm not online much anymore as I am busy with real-life and multiple projects, but I will try and check in as often as possible. :) Write-on!

His hair was damp with blood. I ran my fingers down his face, and the red smudged with it. Did I want to kiss him or kill him? "You have to stop this," I tell him. "It only makes you sad." He looks up at me with those dangerous eyes and that sad, sad mouth. "I want everyone to love me," he says. "You're not enough."

A combination of the thoughts of my sister, a girl with OCD, a hint at some anorexic thoughts of my own. Not triggering, I don't think. And I'm recovering, so it's not very graphic. Mostly a representation of the thoughts that make any person's mind a personal hell.

Caroline had promised herself she would never cry again after the death of her father. She looked away from the man, not wanting him to see her so weak. She didn't know if she could keep that promise as memories flooded over her.

The summer before her senior year, Charlotte is arrested for shoplifting and sent to a rehab retreat for troubled youth. She's in for a summer that changes... everything. [M for sexual content, alcohol, language & intense themes, of course.]

[one shot] Wake up. Remove the blindfold that you've worn for so long so that you can finally see how torn up inside I've become. How shredded my heart has become because of you. Can you not see how broken I've become? Please. If you love me, wake up.

He wished he could say sorry for things he couldn't apologize for. A shittyass van, a long drive, and the people they picked up. Maybe there was someone yet to change his mind about the world. Or maybe he was meant to change hers. OneShot.

When Kiernan Maitland went missing, it was up to me to find him. Me... find an actor who is known to be terrifying, both on and off the screen. How would I know that finding him would set off my own Hollywood fairytale. Short story.

"Aren't I your true love?" "I want you. I want you so bad that you have no idea. But if I were to show myself to you – what I really look like under here – you would never see me again." Stand alone one-shot between two of my characters.

"She must perish. It is our duty to ensure the Great One's punishment is carried out." "And if I should fail in my duty?" She pursed her thin lips tightly together as she stared hard at me. "Then I will be forced to send a squad of our people to eliminate her and, if necessary, you." How could I possibly kill the one I love?

He kissed her. He whispered, "It'll be okay, babe". He continued kissing her. She didn't respond. He tasted salty tears. She shivered below him. He frowned. He grabbed a black blindfold from the dresser. Warning: Sex and rape.

Rated for language. "I protect him from hurting others, and I protect him from others. He feeds on the living. He hates the sunlight. But sometimes, he can be... almost a gentleman. But I can never forget that he is a monster. He always will be."

After six years of dealing with her friend's sudden death, Catherine meets with Edward one last time on her wedding day to say the goodbye they never had a chance to say, and to tell each other the things that were left unsaid after so long.

Gunshots rang out from behind. Soon enough, a rain of bullets was coming from all around them. They were surrounded. How the enemy had discovered them, no one could say. All that mattered was that the likeliness of casualties on this mission had increased largely in a matter of seconds. He could be shot and killed as easily as the next man. Every second counted. Death was near.

Assignment for Creative Writing. We had to write about our childhood, or just childhood in general. This is a little depressing, about the world we lived in as children, apart from reality, when we didn't care about anything but the fantasy in our minds.